The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!-Chapter 179. ’I See Who You Are.’ First Honest Reaction I’ve Gotten All Week.

Chapter 179: 179. ’I See Who You Are.’ First Honest Reaction I’ve Gotten All Week.

He allowed his telekinesis to expand to its full range of motion, creating a circle large enough to encompass the beach, the tree line, and the stationed flankers simultaneously.

He hadn’t used the full radius application in front of anyone from the academy yet. He had kept his telekinesis within the limits of what was possible, something that a person with a strong telekinetic affinity could do without having to explain it.

He knew that what he was about to do was outside of that range and that he was making a choice by doing it. But at some point between the transit vessel and this beach, he also decided that keeping up a good cover was not his top priority on this island.

’This island was a farm, and farming required showing what you could actually do.’ Rex smirks. ’Let them ask questions... I could just manipulate the answer anyway.’

He took all eleven of the remaining creatures at once, including the three that had been held and the elder at three o’clock. He used a controlled field that was not violent but was completely clear.

It lifted each of them a foot off the ground and held them with such precision that he had to keep track of eleven separate points of contact at once. This was easy for him to do and not even very hard compared to what he had done with three hundred and twelve necromantic constructs.

The beach was very quiet, especially for Talyra and Aisella, who were surprised just by seeing Rex start to let out his true potential.

The eleven creatures were all at the same height in the air, and they moved their limbs in the same frustrated, confused way that living things do when the rules they understood have stopped applying. The pack elder was one of them, and it wasn’t doing what the others were doing.

It was quiet, and it was looking at Rex.

Rex turned around and looked at it with a smirk. "Is that disgust I see...?"

He held the tableau for just the right amount of time, ensuring that everyone on the beach who was awake had fully absorbed what they were witnessing. Then he released them and brought them back down to the ground.

Not all of them fled. Most of the creatures fled, which was the expected reaction, but the elder remained still.

It remained in place, continuing to fixate on Rex with an unusual intensity. In wild creatures, extended direct attention usually signals either aggression or submission, but this was neither.

Rex watched it without standing still like a predator would. He kept his weight even, his hands loose, and his face blank.

Rex thought. ’I need to control myself so that I don’t go overboard like a maniac... they could get scared of me.’

The elder made a noise, and the sound it made before was different.

The sound before was a choice announcement, the sound of a decision being made. This one was different: it was lower, had a more complicated pitch change, and lasted about three seconds.

Then it turned around and walked back into the trees.

For a long time after the elder went into the trees, Rex watched the tree line.

The escaped creatures had vanished. The beach was quiet, similar to how beaches become when an unexpected event occurs.

The waves came in just like they always do. The light was the same. But the air had a certain quality to it, like the kind that comes after a demonstration.

He was thinking about what the elder had said.

When the tree line moved, he was still thinking about it.

Not the elder one, but something else. It was something that had stayed or come back, and it came quickly, low to the ground, with the kind of speed that made it look like it had been building up to this for the last thirty seconds while Rex was looking at the wrong part of the tree line.

Rex’s feet didn’t move, and his foresight already caught what was coming after him.

He reached out with one flat hand—no fist, no point, just an open palm with fingers together—and caught it at six meters.

The creature hit the telekinetic field like it was a wall that wasn’t there and stopped completely. Its four limbs were still moving in the air with the speed it had built up. It bit nothing. It kicked with its back legs.

He looked at it while holding it two feet off the ground. "Nice try, you dumb fuck..."

It was younger than the elder one, with a different fur pattern and new scars on its muzzle rather than old ones. Rex recognized the look in its eyes—a sign of decisions made in a state of rage.

Even suspended in the telekinetic field, it persisted in its attempt to bridge the six-meter gap between them. On some level, it understood that it was no longer moving, but it remained unaware of the reason why.

Rex turned it slowly in the field.

Not in a mean way. He turned it as one might examine an object, applying equal pressure on all sides.

He held it up to his eyes. The creature weighed about sixty kilograms, with thick shoulders and very sharp teeth.

In different circumstances, it would have made a formidable hunter. It lunged to bite him again, but the distance between them remained unchanged.

Rex said, "You won’t be able to reach me."

He wasn’t really speaking to it; he doubted it could understand his words. However, he had discovered that his tone often transcended species, and his voice remained calm and steady, devoid of alarm.

The creature’s legs were still moving. Then they stopped.

The field fell silent, but this quiet felt different from the others he had encountered. The previous creatures had ceased moving out of confusion.

This silence was distinct, and it was staring at him with both eyes simultaneously, which required it to tilt its head. Rex regarded it for three seconds before looking past it at the trees.

The elder was still there.

The elder had either returned or had never left. It was standing at the edge of the trees, leaning forward and looking at Rex.

It was making the sound again, the lower one with the hard-to-follow pitch change. Rex looked at the younger creature in his field.

Then he turned to the elder.

After that, he put the younger one down. He did it slowly, just like he had done with the others, and he let go of the field completely when all four feet were on the sand.

He didn’t step back and kept his hands loose at his sides.

For a moment, the young one didn’t move.

Then it turned and walked toward the elders, like young creatures do when they try something and it doesn’t work. It wasn’t quite backing away, but it wasn’t walking normally either.

The elder saw it coming. It made a short sound, just one syllable, and the young one stopped moving for a second before starting again.

The elder looked at Rex again when they were both at the treeline.

Rex turned around.

The elder turned around and walked into the trees. The younger one came after.

Rex could hear them moving in the bushes this time, but then he couldn’t, and the tree line was just a tree line again.

He stayed where he was and slowly let go of his awareness of the full radius field, pulling it back in stages like you would bleed pressure from a system.

Eleven to six.

Six to three.

Three to one.

Then nothing happened.

His hands were still free. His breathing stayed the same.

He stared at the trees for another minute.

He then turned back toward the beach and thought about the sound the elder had made. It was the lower one, the one that lasted three seconds and changed pitch in the middle.

He could remember hearing variations of that structure in three other situations, two of which involved different species. In all three cases, it had meant something very similar.

’I see who you are.’